Keith: I wore it out of obligation, not choice.
Keith: The armor was my father’s. It was a condition of my banishment — to keep it with me, so that I would always remember what I’d done.
Keith: It worked. Every night, I would look into my helmet and see myself, alone. It was a constant reminder of what my father had done, and how I could never truly be rid of him.
Keith: I spent my life hating that man for what he’d done.
Keith: And now it turns out, my father was never the monster I thought he was. He may not have shown me any love, but he loved my mother.
Keith: And I killed him.
Keith: Either way, I don’t deserve to wear this helmet anymore!
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